My Wife’s Affair Baby Lived in My House

On my wedding night, I caught my good friend Judson and my wife Doman in bed together.

Crying, they claimed they were drunk and confused. They knelt at my door for three days and three nights.

When they saw I was determined to divorce, Doman slit her wrists, and Judson got a vasectomy.

Under the repeated persuasion of friends and family, I eventually softened.

For seven years, she was gentle and considerate. Everyone praised her for knowing her mistake and reforming.

Until my father-in-law Andrew's birthday, when my six-year-old sister-in-law hugged Doman's leg and asked: